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She was visiting and looking for fun. Struck by her posts and how gorgeous she looked, I had to reach out. After talking for a bit she tells me that her man wants a video of her getting fucked by a stranger, ending with a messy cumshot. I can tell she’s craving more than just content for her cuck. She’s in need of my fat cock and I’m in need of her. So naturally we agree to meet.
We met up at a dive bar close to her hotel. The chemistry was electric. Not 10 minutes into the evening and she was already finding excuses to touch me, and I her. I had already seen what she was working with, and the mental image of her on her knees, taking my cock down her throat, wasn’t leaving my mind. We had a few drinks, played a game or two of pool and darts, and then she mentioned wine she had back at the hotel. Clearly I needed to find out more about this wine.
Back at the hotel, she didn’t waste a second. As soon as we were inside, she was on top of me, straddling my lap, grinding against my cock through my jeans. She pushed me back onto the bed. She knew what she wanted. The next thing I knew, my pants were gone, and so were most of her clothes.
I could tell she was nervous. Just for a moment, but the instant her lips wrapped around the tip of my cock, all of that tension melted away. She worked me with her lips, her tongue, and her throat. Getting me hard and soaking her panties at the same time.
She climbed onto the bed, staying on her hands and knees, still working my cock between her lips. She guided my hand to her pussy. She wanted me to see how ready she was, how dripping wet sucking my cock had her.
I wasn’t about to waste that.
I grabbed her and pulled her up onto my face. I wanted to feel just how wet she was with my tongue. I could immediately feel her juices running down my chin. At the same time she let out the sweetest, softest little moan. I licked and teased her clit until she was grinding against my mouth with her full weight. She leaned down, put her lips back on me, and I rewarded her by gripping her tight ass, spreading her cheeks, and feasting.
She started falling apart. Moaning. Whimpering. Begging.
“I need you inside me,” she panted.
Who was I to deny her?
I flipped her onto her hands and knees, spread her wide, and teased her soaked pussy with the head of my cock. Up and down her slit, pressing against her hole, making her squirm, but not giving her what she wanted. Just teasing her of what’s to come.
She glanced back at me with a sassy little pout, “you’re mean.”
I grinned. “I think you like when I’m mean.”
She whimpered and nodded.
Eventually, her desperate little moans got to me. I took her hips in my hands, pushed inside her tight, wet heat, and growled.
At this point it was primal. I felt I was reverting back to basic instincts. Barely able to handle her body without grunting and growling.
Leaning over her, I gripped a fistful of her hair. She whispered against my ear, “You can call me a slut, if you want.”
I could barely get out a breathy, “you are a slut,” and she fucking loved it. Knowing full well that she was already making me feel pure ecstasy.
I flipped her onto her back. She looked up at me, smiling and biting her lip.
I grabbed her hips, pulled her closer, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I fucked her like that, her hips lifted, her body completely at my mercy.
After I had twisted her into every position imaginable, I pulled back to admire my work; drenched sheets, a stretched hole, tangled hair, and a pounding chest.
Almost out of breath, “play with your pussy,” I ordered. She obeyed immediately, spreading herself open. I stroked my cock with my thumb on her asshole as I watched her cum. Letting me take in every second of it.
Before her orgasm had even finished rolling through her, I had her on her back. My dying to taste her again, licking up every drop.
At this point I didn’t know how long we had been going. An hour? Three? It didn’t matter. I took her every way I could think of, and she took everything I gave her.
When she knew I was getting close, she looked up at me, breathless, lips swollen, eyes filled with wanting.
“Tits or ass?” she asked. She needed that messy cumshot for her cuck to touch himself to.
I don’t know if I answered out loud or if I just moved her where I wanted. I kneeled over her, just behind her head. My cock right in front of her lips. She pushed out her tongue, begging for it. I gave her what she wanted. I shoved my cock deep down her throat.
At the edge, I pulled free, grabbing my throbbing cock in one hand and the phone in the other. She moaned beneath me, stuffing my balls into her mouth while touching herself and writhing in desperation.
“Cum for me,” she begged.
I groaned and started covering her. Painting her in thick, hot ropes of cum. She moaned, licking her lips as I made sure she got the last drop on her tongue.
Pulling away, I aimed the camera at her flushed, messy face. My breathing gone ragged, “tell me what a bad girl you’ve been tonight.”
She smiled and listed off all the filthy, depraved things we had done. As I stood there, it was made all the dirtier by the knowledge that her man back home would be watching this. Getting himself off to knowing how much she enjoyed fucking someone else.
“So, I guess I’ve been a pretty bad girl,” she finished, grinning up at me, wearing nothing but the sweetest, most innocent smile.
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